“Fine,” I said, making my decision. “Come on, then.”
It was a difficult choice, but one I couldn’t change once my heart was set on it.
The members of this pack hated me, but they didn’t hate Ethan. I had to depend on that, or he was already dead.
The first floor of the hospital was chaotic, with people running around, mostly in and out of Ethan’s room.
I saw no sign of Damien, and wondered if he had gone outside to try to stop the protest before it truly became a mob.
“Amelia!” Dr. Wyatt shouted, spotting me through the chaos. “What are you doing down here?”
“I need to speak to everyone,” I said. “Is there some kind of speaker system or…”
“Yes,” Dr. Wyatt said. She seemed unsure, but in the chaos, there was no time for doubt. She led me to one of the nurses’ stations. Lifting one of
